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Apollo Clone

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Give me one more chance 
Give me one last laugh 
Get me two more shots 
Then I'll pay my tab 
Give me one more chance 
Give me one last laugh 
Get me two more shots 
Then Ill pay my tab 

Now this the topic... ain't it? 
Went from mamma condo Elmhurst to uptown location 
Me and J Walk before all this freestyled in the basement 
Mmmm I stayed privileged... he stayed complacent 
They say nothing's impossible 
All you Yellowstoners taught me what not to do 
Burning every single bridge I ever built 
More important I burned every escape route too 
Gave it a shot, chase the industry 
Bigger man folds, lack of symmetry 
You stepped on me like an unwelcome mat 
Matter of fact I remember that all so vividly 
Didn't see the target until I missed 
Started underground with tunnel vision 
Climbed out the hole, filled a new prescription 
Got to see the light change the way I was living 
Low viscosity, don't resist flow 
Key shortcut, always in control 
Sleeping in cars inspired what i wrote 
Promise to get there And guide you from the cold 
All my life been waiting for the breeze 
Never been the best at apologies 
Never the owner Dog always on a lease 
Need the fans to help convert a breeze 

Give me one more chance 
How bout one last laugh 
Give me two more shots 
So I can pay my tab 
Give me one more chance 
Give me one last laugh 
Get me two more shots 
Then I'll pay my tab 

I need a happy ending, and a new hobby 
With a new job, a new con, a new place 
Escape the taste of racial Slur verse filler, purse stealers 
While I'm at it hit the lotto, that ain't what made me rich 
My Prerogative is to deny these Florida whores 
And Buy myself an island to be by myself mahalo 
Apollo, lolla, when XXVII 
I ride, solo, faux pas, so no, no more 
I ain't all that good of a guy, I talk a lot about leaving 
Wish someone would come find me, Long game of hide and seeking 
Never meant to make you cry, Never could control these feelings 
Never good at meeting people, Getting used to silent treatments 
I admit, I had more fun doing this for me
For free, but we, all got, to eat 
All pay our dues in the end 
Putting on that bona fide persona must be time to pretend 
That There's truth in the matter, Proof in the pudding 
Stubborn dude so troubled doing things they said I shouldn't 
Well Look at me now, Went from the slammer to charismatic 
Troubled youth friends parents said I was addicted to mischief 
And now you know I seen it 
And now you know I feel it 
The bullshit I deal with 
So imma tell my own secrets 
Finally broke the mold now 20 bucks don't break me 
Give me six months to write that check dawg you don't gotta thank me

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